Howl at the Moon 1/?
Title: Howl at the Moon 1/?
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Rage at the Moon
Life seems to be going well for the werewolf pack of seven. Then comes the call from the leader of the French werewolves. What does he want, and what will he do to get it from our werewolves?
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Also, shout-out to my lovely beta tigris18
Chapter 1
Keith walked to his office, wiping off the make-up with a handtowel. It had been a good show, and he intended to relax in his office until Rachel was finished with her show.
What he did not expect was for someone to yank him inside his office and lock the door behind him. Keith barely had time to toss the towel on the desk before his lips were assaulted by another set.
Despite the fact that they had been together for nearly a year now, this was the first time Keith had been ambushed in his office by Jon Stewart.
“What’s the occasion?” Keith inquired when they pulled away to breathe.
Another deep kiss, then Jon answered, “I’m taking over for Kilborn as the host of ‘The Daily Show.’”
“Ah, so this ambush is rather justified.”
Jon pushed Keith back until they fell onto the couch. “Damn right it is. Though, I am kind of surprised they would pick me. I mean-“
Keith stopped the line of self-deprecation before it started with a hungry kiss. “I know why they picked you.” Between kisses to Jon’s neck, he said, “Intelligent, witty, funny, handsome, snarky, sexy-“
“I don’t think my undersized ego can take any more compliments,” Jon said while unbuttoning Keith’s shirt. They had already lost track of how the suit jacket and tie had been shed.
“And here I was hoping that would serve as an ego boost. I guess I’ll stop now,” Keith teased as he pulled back.
Jon grabbed the front of Keith’s parted shirt and yanked him back in. “It was an ego boost. Don’t stop.”
“You need to get a bigger couch,” Jon remarked as they laid together.
“It fits me, and I’m not counting on office sex all the time. Besides, you don’t take up much room.”
“We’ll see how much room I can take up in bed tonight, then.”
“I’m sure there will still be more than enough space for me to sleep in.”
“I’m taking that as a challenge.”
Keith glanced at his watch. “Oh man, we’ve got to meet up with Rachel and Alison in a few minutes.”
Jon got off of Keith and started putting on his clothes. Keith quickly did the same. He looked in the small mirror on the desk.
“I can’t leave my office like this,” Keith said. His face was flushed and his hair was in utter disarray. It would take more than a quick finger-combing to fix.
Jon rolled his eyes. “I’m sure all your producers have gone home.”
“Yes, but Rachel’s haven’t. If Kent or Chris sees me like this-“
“Chris Matthews? Why would he still be here?”
Keith shrugged, “He’s a bit weird like that.”
Jon shook his head. “Okay, then. You know- will you stop fussing with your hair? It’s fine. Anyway, I think this’ll be a good Friday night.”
Keith wasn’t ready to give up on his hair just yet. “Really, what gave you that thought?”
Jon smirked at his lover’s sarcasm. “Well, in addition to that, I’m going to be the next ‘Daily Show’ host, and we’re going to hang out with the rest of our pack at a bar. Good times for everyone. Damn it, put your hands down.”
“This isn’t fair. Your hair doesn’t get messed up as easily as mine.”
“Ah, the advantage of curly hair. I am surprised that yours moved so much with all that product in it.”
“I’ll have you know that I don’t let them put as much in as they used to, and it’s not that hard stuff they used to have. And… there we go.” Keith had finally put some order back into his mussed hair.
“Are you done now?”
“It’ll have to do.”
Jon grinned. “Still messy enough to be sexy.”
“Good to know I have your approval,” Keith said as they picked up their backpacks and left his office.
They did pass Kent Jones, who winked at Keith and remarked, “Office ambush, huh?”
“You should’ve spent more time trying to fix your hair,” Jon teased.
“I hate you so much right now.”
“You’ll love me again in a few minutes.”
“Took you boys long enough,” Rachel greeted when they turned the corner into the lobby. “What took you so- oh. Well, that’s one interpretation of ‘bedhead.’”
Alison put her hand over her mouth in a weak attempt to stifle her laughing.
Keith groaned. Rachel fished a red baseball cap out of her backpack and put it on Keith’s head. He whipped it off and looked at the emblem.
“Oh no, I am not wearing this in public.”
“It’s either sex hair or a Red Sox hat,” was Rachel’s ultimatum.
“I hate you and Jon right now. Jon for causing it, and you for only having a Red Sox hat.” Keith did an exaggerated sigh as he put the cap on.
“Am I still in good standing?” Alison asked.
Keith put his arm around Alison’s shoulders and pulled her in. “Don’t worry, you’re still in good standing.” Alison put her arm around his back and started walking to the door.
Jon and Rachel glanced to each other for a moment, then hurried after them. Alison drove them to the bar. This one was Rachel’s favorite. Something about having a competent bartender who knew how to mix good drinks.
Dan, Richard, Stephen, and Lawrence were already there, talking at a table. They hadn’t ordered anything yet.
“Glad to see you boys haven’t started without us,” Rachel greeted.
Dan took one look at Keith and burst out laughing. When it subsided a little, he asked, “Why are you wearing a Red Sox hat?”
“He has sex hair,” Jon answered.
“There was a party and no one invited me?” Richard said. “Come on, take off the hat.”
“See, this is why I’m sitting next to Alison, and no one else.”
Lawrence reached around Alison and snatched the red cap from Keith’s head. Keith tried to get it back.
“Got it,” Stephen said in victory.
Keith finally got the cap back and put it on. He saw Stephen laughing at something on his phone, then putting it in his pocket. “That better not end up on the internet,” Keith warned. He joined in with everyone’s laughter.
Rachel went to go order their drinks from the bartender. It didn’t take very long for a waiter to bring them over.
Jon cleared his throat. “Well, now we’ve actually got a real reason to be here. I’m going to be the new host of ‘The Daily Show.’”
A ‘congratulations’ rounded from everyone, along with a toast. Lawrence said, “With your talent, you’ll make the show into something much much better than it is. To your success.” He raised his glass, and everyone bumped theirs together in the middle of the table.
“Thanks, guys,” Jon modestly smiled.
It was a good time, talking about whatever came to mind. One side-effect the werewolves had noted early on was they had now had a very high tolerance for alcohol. So, when they did these bar outings, they drank mostly for the taste and atmosphere.
After the third round of drinks, they decided to call it a night. They made it to the parking lot before the seven werewolves froze.
“Uh, guys? What’s wrong?” Stephen asked.
“Stephen, get in the middle of us,” Alison ordered.
“Vampires?”
“No.”
A group of large wolves stepped into view, growling menacingly. Keith stepped forward and said, “What do you want from us? Biting us won’t do you any good.”
A man came from the shadows and walked through the pack of wolves. In a French accent, he said, “The human- Stephen, I believe you said his name was- may leave without harm.”
“How do we know that you won’t hurt him?” Jon demanded.
“Our business is not with him. He may go,” the man responded.
“Go,” Jon quietly said to Stephen.
“But-“
“Go, Stephen, we’ll be fine,” Dan assured.
Stephen hesitated, but did as he was told. He hurried back into the bar.
“Alright, he’s gone. What do you want?” Keith demanded of the man and wolf pack.
“My name is Dorian.”
“If this is a territory thing, we didn’t know, and were just leaving,” said Alison.
Dorian shook his head. He approached and handed Keith a sealed envelope. “Those are plane tickets for tomorrow evening, for all seven of you. Paris, France is your destination.”
“Excuse me? I think you owe us an explanation,” Keith’s tone left no room for argument.
“My… friend wants to see you,” the Frenchman answered.
“Well, why didn’t he come here himself?”
“Aldric is an important man. He summons people to him, and they come. Not the other way around.”
Keith held the envelope out. “Go tell your Aldric that we have no interest in seeing him.”
Dorian didn’t accept the envelope back. “You’ll change your mind. Be on that plane tomorrow. Au revoir.” He sharply turned and walked away, the wolf pack following.
They stared after the pack until they disappeared into an alley. Keith opened the envelope to check the contents. “Seven plane tickets for Paris at six-fifteen pm.”
“Don’t tell me we’re going to go,” Lawrence responded.
“Do any of you want to meet this Aldric guy?” Keith inquired.
Everyone shook their heads. “Then, I guess we’re not going.” But, Keith put the envelope in his jeans pocket anyway.
Jon left to get Stephen. “France, really? Why?” Stephen asked as they came back.
“No idea. Just said some guy named Aldric wanted to see us. Don’t worry, we’re not going,” Jon explained.
“Good.”
“There are pleasant ways to ask for something,” Rachel said. “Intimidation isn’t one of them.”
************
Keith finished brushing his teeth and went into his bedroom. He sighed and shook his head when he saw Jon sprawled out on the bed.
“What’s this all about?” Keith inquired in an amused tone.
“Proving to you that I can take up some space.”
“I see. Well, guess what.”
“What?”
Keith laid down on his side. “You don’t take up enough.”
Jon tried to stretch a little more, and huffed when he gave up. “Alright, you win.”
“Good. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep.”
Jon scooted closer to give Keith a chaste kiss. “Goodnight. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Long after Jon had fallen asleep, Keith was still awake, thinking about the now-discarded envelope of plane tickets.
He and his pack had decided they were not going to go to France for whoever this Aldric was. They had no reason, especially since it obviously had something to do with being werewolves.
Keith draped his arm over Jon’s waist and shoved any more thoughts about the encounter away.
Series: TDS, Countdown w/ KO.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, Violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Keith Olbermann, Rachel Maddow, or any known political figures who appear in this story.
Summary: AU. Sequel to Rage at the Moon
Life seems to be going well for the werewolf pack of seven. Then comes the call from the leader of the French werewolves. What does he want, and what will he do to get it from our werewolves?
Author's Note: Please comment. Feedback is good.
Also, shout-out to my lovely beta tigris18
Chapter 1
Keith walked to his office, wiping off the make-up with a handtowel. It had been a good show, and he intended to relax in his office until Rachel was finished with her show.
What he did not expect was for someone to yank him inside his office and lock the door behind him. Keith barely had time to toss the towel on the desk before his lips were assaulted by another set.
Despite the fact that they had been together for nearly a year now, this was the first time Keith had been ambushed in his office by Jon Stewart.
“What’s the occasion?” Keith inquired when they pulled away to breathe.
Another deep kiss, then Jon answered, “I’m taking over for Kilborn as the host of ‘The Daily Show.’”
“Ah, so this ambush is rather justified.”
Jon pushed Keith back until they fell onto the couch. “Damn right it is. Though, I am kind of surprised they would pick me. I mean-“
Keith stopped the line of self-deprecation before it started with a hungry kiss. “I know why they picked you.” Between kisses to Jon’s neck, he said, “Intelligent, witty, funny, handsome, snarky, sexy-“
“I don’t think my undersized ego can take any more compliments,” Jon said while unbuttoning Keith’s shirt. They had already lost track of how the suit jacket and tie had been shed.
“And here I was hoping that would serve as an ego boost. I guess I’ll stop now,” Keith teased as he pulled back.
Jon grabbed the front of Keith’s parted shirt and yanked him back in. “It was an ego boost. Don’t stop.”
“You need to get a bigger couch,” Jon remarked as they laid together.
“It fits me, and I’m not counting on office sex all the time. Besides, you don’t take up much room.”
“We’ll see how much room I can take up in bed tonight, then.”
“I’m sure there will still be more than enough space for me to sleep in.”
“I’m taking that as a challenge.”
Keith glanced at his watch. “Oh man, we’ve got to meet up with Rachel and Alison in a few minutes.”
Jon got off of Keith and started putting on his clothes. Keith quickly did the same. He looked in the small mirror on the desk.
“I can’t leave my office like this,” Keith said. His face was flushed and his hair was in utter disarray. It would take more than a quick finger-combing to fix.
Jon rolled his eyes. “I’m sure all your producers have gone home.”
“Yes, but Rachel’s haven’t. If Kent or Chris sees me like this-“
“Chris Matthews? Why would he still be here?”
Keith shrugged, “He’s a bit weird like that.”
Jon shook his head. “Okay, then. You know- will you stop fussing with your hair? It’s fine. Anyway, I think this’ll be a good Friday night.”
Keith wasn’t ready to give up on his hair just yet. “Really, what gave you that thought?”
Jon smirked at his lover’s sarcasm. “Well, in addition to that, I’m going to be the next ‘Daily Show’ host, and we’re going to hang out with the rest of our pack at a bar. Good times for everyone. Damn it, put your hands down.”
“This isn’t fair. Your hair doesn’t get messed up as easily as mine.”
“Ah, the advantage of curly hair. I am surprised that yours moved so much with all that product in it.”
“I’ll have you know that I don’t let them put as much in as they used to, and it’s not that hard stuff they used to have. And… there we go.” Keith had finally put some order back into his mussed hair.
“Are you done now?”
“It’ll have to do.”
Jon grinned. “Still messy enough to be sexy.”
“Good to know I have your approval,” Keith said as they picked up their backpacks and left his office.
They did pass Kent Jones, who winked at Keith and remarked, “Office ambush, huh?”
“You should’ve spent more time trying to fix your hair,” Jon teased.
“I hate you so much right now.”
“You’ll love me again in a few minutes.”
“Took you boys long enough,” Rachel greeted when they turned the corner into the lobby. “What took you so- oh. Well, that’s one interpretation of ‘bedhead.’”
Alison put her hand over her mouth in a weak attempt to stifle her laughing.
Keith groaned. Rachel fished a red baseball cap out of her backpack and put it on Keith’s head. He whipped it off and looked at the emblem.
“Oh no, I am not wearing this in public.”
“It’s either sex hair or a Red Sox hat,” was Rachel’s ultimatum.
“I hate you and Jon right now. Jon for causing it, and you for only having a Red Sox hat.” Keith did an exaggerated sigh as he put the cap on.
“Am I still in good standing?” Alison asked.
Keith put his arm around Alison’s shoulders and pulled her in. “Don’t worry, you’re still in good standing.” Alison put her arm around his back and started walking to the door.
Jon and Rachel glanced to each other for a moment, then hurried after them. Alison drove them to the bar. This one was Rachel’s favorite. Something about having a competent bartender who knew how to mix good drinks.
Dan, Richard, Stephen, and Lawrence were already there, talking at a table. They hadn’t ordered anything yet.
“Glad to see you boys haven’t started without us,” Rachel greeted.
Dan took one look at Keith and burst out laughing. When it subsided a little, he asked, “Why are you wearing a Red Sox hat?”
“He has sex hair,” Jon answered.
“There was a party and no one invited me?” Richard said. “Come on, take off the hat.”
“See, this is why I’m sitting next to Alison, and no one else.”
Lawrence reached around Alison and snatched the red cap from Keith’s head. Keith tried to get it back.
“Got it,” Stephen said in victory.
Keith finally got the cap back and put it on. He saw Stephen laughing at something on his phone, then putting it in his pocket. “That better not end up on the internet,” Keith warned. He joined in with everyone’s laughter.
Rachel went to go order their drinks from the bartender. It didn’t take very long for a waiter to bring them over.
Jon cleared his throat. “Well, now we’ve actually got a real reason to be here. I’m going to be the new host of ‘The Daily Show.’”
A ‘congratulations’ rounded from everyone, along with a toast. Lawrence said, “With your talent, you’ll make the show into something much much better than it is. To your success.” He raised his glass, and everyone bumped theirs together in the middle of the table.
“Thanks, guys,” Jon modestly smiled.
It was a good time, talking about whatever came to mind. One side-effect the werewolves had noted early on was they had now had a very high tolerance for alcohol. So, when they did these bar outings, they drank mostly for the taste and atmosphere.
After the third round of drinks, they decided to call it a night. They made it to the parking lot before the seven werewolves froze.
“Uh, guys? What’s wrong?” Stephen asked.
“Stephen, get in the middle of us,” Alison ordered.
“Vampires?”
“No.”
A group of large wolves stepped into view, growling menacingly. Keith stepped forward and said, “What do you want from us? Biting us won’t do you any good.”
A man came from the shadows and walked through the pack of wolves. In a French accent, he said, “The human- Stephen, I believe you said his name was- may leave without harm.”
“How do we know that you won’t hurt him?” Jon demanded.
“Our business is not with him. He may go,” the man responded.
“Go,” Jon quietly said to Stephen.
“But-“
“Go, Stephen, we’ll be fine,” Dan assured.
Stephen hesitated, but did as he was told. He hurried back into the bar.
“Alright, he’s gone. What do you want?” Keith demanded of the man and wolf pack.
“My name is Dorian.”
“If this is a territory thing, we didn’t know, and were just leaving,” said Alison.
Dorian shook his head. He approached and handed Keith a sealed envelope. “Those are plane tickets for tomorrow evening, for all seven of you. Paris, France is your destination.”
“Excuse me? I think you owe us an explanation,” Keith’s tone left no room for argument.
“My… friend wants to see you,” the Frenchman answered.
“Well, why didn’t he come here himself?”
“Aldric is an important man. He summons people to him, and they come. Not the other way around.”
Keith held the envelope out. “Go tell your Aldric that we have no interest in seeing him.”
Dorian didn’t accept the envelope back. “You’ll change your mind. Be on that plane tomorrow. Au revoir.” He sharply turned and walked away, the wolf pack following.
They stared after the pack until they disappeared into an alley. Keith opened the envelope to check the contents. “Seven plane tickets for Paris at six-fifteen pm.”
“Don’t tell me we’re going to go,” Lawrence responded.
“Do any of you want to meet this Aldric guy?” Keith inquired.
Everyone shook their heads. “Then, I guess we’re not going.” But, Keith put the envelope in his jeans pocket anyway.
Jon left to get Stephen. “France, really? Why?” Stephen asked as they came back.
“No idea. Just said some guy named Aldric wanted to see us. Don’t worry, we’re not going,” Jon explained.
“Good.”
“There are pleasant ways to ask for something,” Rachel said. “Intimidation isn’t one of them.”
************
Keith finished brushing his teeth and went into his bedroom. He sighed and shook his head when he saw Jon sprawled out on the bed.
“What’s this all about?” Keith inquired in an amused tone.
“Proving to you that I can take up some space.”
“I see. Well, guess what.”
“What?”
Keith laid down on his side. “You don’t take up enough.”
Jon tried to stretch a little more, and huffed when he gave up. “Alright, you win.”
“Good. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep.”
Jon scooted closer to give Keith a chaste kiss. “Goodnight. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Long after Jon had fallen asleep, Keith was still awake, thinking about the now-discarded envelope of plane tickets.
He and his pack had decided they were not going to go to France for whoever this Aldric was. They had no reason, especially since it obviously had something to do with being werewolves.
Keith draped his arm over Jon’s waist and shoved any more thoughts about the encounter away.